I'm still running--
ground is hard, steps are heavy
fists pumping fast to the pace the feet levy
You say I've been relieved.
I reply, “you are deceived.”
The soreness in my calves,
once properly grieved,
shall prove themselves resilient,
though, my energy's been thieved.
Give me a moment
to consider my health.
I’ll collect my belongings
and my dwindling wealth.
Should I, then,
conserve my pace,
or damn the strategy
of this race?
--I'm still running
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